Chapter 882 Learning to Coax
The two of them sat down at the restaurant.
Christopher had already ordered the food, and the waiter quickly brought it out, leaving them alone to talk.
Christopher poured Theodore a glass of red wine. Seeing Theodore raise his glass but not drink, he asked, "Hey, what's up, man?"
Theodore looked troubled. "Why are women so unpredictable?"
Christopher's eyes lit up. He had sensed that Theodore was in a bad mood, and now he knew why. "Come on, spill it. What happened?"
Theodore glanced at him, noticing his eager expression, and clammed up, not wanting to share his personal life.
Christopher, seeing Theodore's guarded look, felt a bit frustrated. "Look, I'm here to help. If you don't tell me what happened with Phoebe, how can I give you any advice?"
Theodore thought for a moment and realized Christopher had a point.
He pursed his lips and recounted the events of the previous night. "I wanted to clear the air, but she got angry."
"Dude, that was a mistake," Christopher said, slapping his thigh. "You shouldn't have brought up the past. No matter your reasons, the fact that you didn't save Phoebe immediately is what led to your divorce. Even if she brings it up, you should brush it off, not bring it up yourself."
Theodore frowned. "I wasn't trying to dig up old issues. I just wanted to clear things up so there wouldn't be any lingering resentment."
"Look at you!" Christopher exclaimed, slapping his thigh again. "You get it, but have you thought about Phoebe's feelings?"
Theodore was taken aback.
Christopher continued, "In this situation, Phoebe is always the victim. If she didn't feel wronged, she wouldn't have divorced you. When you bring it up, you're only thinking about clearing the air. Do you think that's possible?"
Theodore, who was decisive and efficient in business, seemed reckless when it came to matters of the heart.
He slowly realized his mistake. To Phoebe, this was about emotions, but he had approached it logically.
He rubbed his forehead. "So, how do I fix this?"
Christopher, seeing that Theodore understood, felt relieved. "It's not too late to fix it. From now on, let the past be the past. Even if Phoebe brings it up, you need to brush it off. Don't mention it again."
Theodore frowned. "I didn't mean to upset her."
He had brought it up last night because Harper mentioned it first. He knew it was a sore spot for Phoebe and wanted to address it.
But it backfired, and he couldn't answer her questions.
Christopher chuckled, not mockingly, but because Theodore seemed to understand women even less than he did. "Do you know what Phoebe cares about?"
Theodore pursed his lips. "I didn't save her immediately, but I had people searching the whole city for her."
"Theodore, Phoebe is upset because you still don't get it. She cares about whether you value her. If you did, no matter how much the Fitzroy family begged, you would have saved her first and then figured out how to save Vanessa."
Theodore opened his mouth. He had many arguments, but as Christopher said, he hadn't valued her enough back then.
The atmosphere grew tense. Christopher watched Theodore's changing expressions, unsure if he had understood.
At that moment, Theodore suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat, and said, "Christopher, you eat by yourself. I have to go."
Christopher quickly stood up. "Theodore, where are you going? How can I eat alone?"
"I'm going to have a meal with Phoebe," Theodore said, opening the door and leaving.
Christopher sat down, looking at the table full of food. Theodore rushed to Superstar Entertainment, only to find Phoebe had gone out for lunch.
He called her, but she didn't answer, so he waited in her office.
Phoebe had met with several well-known producers, both men and women, and couldn't avoid a few drinks.
After the meal, Lori helped her out of the restaurant and into the car.
She asked Guadalupe to turn off the air conditioning and leaned back to rest.
Lori glanced at her. "Ms. Ziegler, are you in a bad mood today?"
Phoebe had seemed off since she arrived at the office that morning.
She usually declined drinks, but today she drank willingly.
Fortunately, no one dared to get her too drunk. After a round of toasts, they got down to business.
Phoebe rubbed her temples. The wine wasn't strong, but she felt tired and didn't want to talk.
Lori waited a few minutes, then stopped asking.
The car drove smoothly towards the Empire State Building.
Half an hour later, they arrived, and Lori woke Phoebe.
"Ms. Ziegler, we're here."
Phoebe opened her eyes. The afternoon sun shone through the bare branches, making her squint. With Lori's help, she got out of the car.
They walked into the building, took the elevator upstairs, and were greeted by the receptionist.
"Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Reynolds is here, waiting in your office."
Phoebe pressed her lips together, remembering how he had ignored her that morning.
Her headache worsened. "Lori, call Guadalupe and have him take me home."
She turned towards the elevator, but a familiar deep voice stopped her. "If you have a headache, don't go back. Rest in the lounge."
Phoebe froze.
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